What are you wearing sweety?

It would be a first for me too.

Try a VW beetle some time.
A "Super Beetle", yes; regular Beetle, no. A Triumph TR8, OH YEAH baby!!! It had a reasonably large center console that LOCKED. Whilst taking a leak in a truckstop restroom with my girl at the time, someone left the condom dispenser open!


I had the devil on one shoulder saying 'Get 'em before the next guy does!' and the angel on the other shoulder saying 'That's stealing!'. Sorry angel...
I'd say that I got well over a hundred of them and, at 17 or 18, my girlfriend and I made a deal that we'd use every one of them because 'it was a sign'. Hell, that's what she said, I wasn't gonna argue! Anyway, we started back to a 70 acre plot of land with reasonable car trails through the woods on to get started only to find out that my parent's next door neighbor had put up a friggin gate right at the creek bridge you had to cross to get on the property!
Well, that was at least a half mile off the road and you could see anyone with lights on coming for at least a quarter mile, so "at the gate" became a nightly ritual. The passenger seat would lay back and the foot room wasn't all that bad. What a deal! Better yet, there was one of those damn holly trees right next to the gate post. What better place to fling used rubber?

Wrappers got lost at McDonalds trash or wherever. They weren't any big issue to pack around after use. Heck, it became a game to see how high I could get them to stick on that friggin holly tree. Holly tree my arse, it soon was a regular rubber tree!!
As things would go, my best friend (the son of the people who owned the property) was dead tired at football practice after school one day, which was unusual for him. When I asked him why, he said he had a million stab wounds from a fucking holly tree because his mom and dad found one by their gate that was "absolutely fucking covered" with used rubbers! He said he was on a 10' folding ladder plucking the nasty things off until nearly midnight while his parents sat in their Cadillac with their brights on so he could see.


Is it bad that it wasn't until about 4 years later in college on a drunken night that I owned up to how that tree became a rubber tree? Darn if I wasn't lucky too! About 6 months after I broke up with her (we'd long since run out of those rubbers and I was spending my hard earned money on them again) that she ended up with child by her next boyfriend!! She had him her jr year of high school. No way possible it was mine. First, timing was months off and second, the new boyfriend (who she is still with - a match made in heaven) said he didn't have any money for rubbers and, besides, he didn't think they worked anyway.

I'm friends with her on FaceBook and she was at my house last summer for our 30th reunion and brought her 31 year old son and 4 grandkids!